The guy sez, before we even start fishing, he is pretty sure were not going to catch anything, because he never catches anything. I invited him anyway. I don't mind him thinking he's gonna get skunked, but when he lumps me in with him, that's when my bobber hits the water and I take exception to his rule. I got there an hour early, picked out a good spot and hunkered down. When he showed up he reaffirmed that he didn't think today, was the day, to catch much. I looked at a blue sky filled with sunshine, and shuddered. I decided right then and there I wasn't going to stand next to that kind of toxic fishing attitude. I needed a friendly fishing zone away from any and all negativity. I offered him the rest of the shore, There were fish swimming everywhere, jumping fish, porposing fish, so I tried to reassure him and his son from a safe distance that it's just a matter of time, and to keep a positive attitude and thing's will turn around for him. In no time at all, things did turn for him because I looked up and his line was a tangled mess, the likes of which a drunken loom weaver wouldn't want to untangle. After he pulled all of lasts year's spindled twisted serpentined monofilament off the reel he was left with about thirty feet of useable line. Since the fish were cruising no less then ten feet from shore I thought he would at least be in the game and overtime many a trout took a loop past our bit of rock shorn shore and his bobber about bounced off their backs spooking the fish from our efforts on a very regular basis. He was truly surprised that no matter what he cast, and cast and cast and cast at them, they wouldn't bite. I was truly surprised he cast that much. I had to admit, that in the end, he was right; he had talked himself out of catching a fish, and darn it if he didn't do just that. The trout whisperer